Table of Contents
Title page
Copyright & Book Description
Other Books by Elle Casey
Other Books by Amanda McKeon
Dedication
Chapter One - Erin
Chapter Two - Ridlee
Chapter Three - Erin
Chapter Four - Ridlee
Chapter Five - Erin
Chapter Six - Ridlee
Chapter Seven - Erin
Chapter Eight - Ridlee
Chapter Nine - Erin
Chapter Ten - Ridlee
Chapter Eleven - Erin
Chapter Twelve - Ridlee
Chapter Thirteen - Erin
Chapter Fourteen - Ridlee
Chapter Fifteen - Erin
Chapter Sixteen - Ridlee
Chapter Seventeen - Erin
Chapter Eighteen - Ridlee
Chapter Nineteen - Erin
Chapter Twenty - Ridlee
Chapter Twenty-One - Erin
Chapter Twenty-Two - Ridlee
Chapter Twenty-Three - Erin
Chapter Twenty-Four - Ridlee
Chapter Twenty-Five - Erin
Chapter Twenty-Six - Ridlee
Chapter Twenty-Seven - Erin
Chapter Twenty-Eight - Ridlee
Chapter Twenty-Nine - Erin
Chapter Thirty - Ridlee
Chapter Thirty-One - Erin
Chapter Thirty-Two - Ridlee
Chapter Thirty-Three - Erin
Chapter Thirty-Four - Ridlee
Chapter Thirty-Five - Erin
About Elle Casey
About Amanda McKeon
Other Books by Elle Casey
Other Books by Amanda McKeon
COPYRIGHT NOTICE
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MISMATCHED
A Chicklit Romance
Former college roommates Erin and Ridlee leave Boston for Ireland to track down an inheritance, and end up at a matchmaking festival in Lisdoonvarna.... Ridlee's a newly minted attorney, and Erin's part owner of the Pot O' Gold Pub, hoping to buy out her new, mysterious partner, some old Irish guy she'd never heard of before the reading of her late grandmother's will. It seemed like it would be an easy thing to do: show up, find the bloke, and make him an offer… But the magic that is Ireland and the people who speak the lilting Irish brogue are as unpredictable as the weather, and things get a little more complicated than the girls anticipated when the town's legendary matchmaker pulls out his leather-bound book and proposes two matches…
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DEDICATION
To our husbands, who kept the home fires burning.
CHAPTER ONE
ERIN
THEY SAY THE GOOD DIE young.
So, it’s really no surprise that my grandmother, or rather Margaret as she preferred me to call her, lived to the ripe old age of ninety-odd. No-one knows what the ‘odd’ was because she guarded her age more closely than a nun’s knickers.
That is until now.
I am sitting in the offices of Hanby & Hanby, Margaret’s lawyers, waiting to be called in for the reading of her will. Most of the family live back in Ireland, so it’s my job to assist the lawyers in any way I can and report back. But what I’m really interested in is The Pot O’Gold.
Nobody in the family is expecting much. My grandmother never had any money. Case in point: when I approached her last year for a much needed injection of cash to fix up the bar, she assured me that she didn’t have two ha’ pennies to rub together. That’s Irish for: ‘I’m broke.’
Still, I sigh shifting in the leather chair, feebly pulling at the hem of my very short skirt, she always seemed to have it when she needed it. I allow myself a little pre-will-reading fantasy. Maybe she was in facta mastermind gambler and her weekly ‘little flutters’ on the horses brought in truckloads of money that she has sewn into her mattress. Maybe my money troubles are over…Ha ha!
“Erin O’Neill?”
I stand up quickly and my purse falls from my knees, scattering its contents far and wide.
“Great,” I mutter, dropping to all fours.
A fusty middle-aged woman, the secretary I presume, stands over me as I grab for my things that have travelled great distances across the floor. I redden slightly as I snatch at a scrunched-up pair of red lace panties and matching bra; not exactly mourning attire…
Clearing my throat and with as much dignity as possible I stand, pretending that this didn’t just happen.
“Eh, that’s me. I mean, I’m Erin O’Neill.”
She glances at the underwear spilling out of my closed fist and sniffs.
“I’ll have you know they’ve never been worn!” I say, indignantly. “I won them in a raffle. Last night.” Why am I saying all this to her? “Oh, never mind.”
With slow deliberation she looks me up and down. Starting with my face, still plastered in last night’s make-up, her gaze travels down to my sheer black blouse, leather micro-mini skirt, and knee-high boots and stockings. She sniffs audibly.
I jut out my chin in defiance. I don’t have to take this from her, though I can’t help pining for the nice trouser suit hanging in my closet that I had intended to wear to this meeting.
Why did I listen to Ridlee? I told her that with the reading of the will today, I couldn’t risk going out the night before. But she was convinced that a Saints and Sinners fancy dress party was just what we both needed.